Itachi relaxed and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Hahhh, what am I going to do...?" he said to himself. Opening his eyes, he layed his head back on the cushion of his chair. With him being so close to Kakuzu, he'll never even notice me...
He thought to started to imagine Hidan's shoulder-length, flowing, silver hair. How sweet his lips must taste. The lips he's longed for since the young Jashinest joined the Akatsuki,
since he walked into the cave, since he stumbled upon the meeting room. Although, since then he's been so close to his voodoo-doll-looking-friend, Kakuzu. So how in the world would he ever get someone so handsome and desirable, yet so chummy with some one such as Kakuzu, just to talk to him?
He sat there for hours trying to decide what method he should use to hear the young, yet raspy voice, so sweet and charming, speak his name again. The sparkle in his beautiful, deep purple eyes. How he rarely wore his cloak completely buttoned. (He dared not dream about his "lovelies" That lay benethe his satin robes.)
"Hahh," he sighed again, "What to do?" He spoke in a bored tone.
Tak, tak, tak. Someone was at the door. "Huh? Yes, who is it?" Itachi jumped and blushed in embarassment.
"Kisame, c'mon open the door!" he replied, shouting. Itachi stood up, out of his comfortable chair groaning. He opened the door glaring at Kisame.
"What?" he spoke, monotone and aggrivated.
"Hah! You wanna talk to me like that! When I have THIS?" Kisame smirked and held up a small journal. Itachi snatched it from his hands. A small piece of silk attatched to the binding stuck in the middle, about twenty pages in.
"And what exactly is this?" Itachi questioned, holding up the small book, with one eyebrow raised.
"Why, you don't know?" Kisame's smirk grew to a confident look, as if he had control of the situation at hand. "I know about your little crush, Itachi" His condescending smile widened.
Itachi tried not to look worried, though it wasn't working. Kisame held up a small key. Itachi cocked his head, puzzled by the action.
"And what is tha-" he paused looking down at the small journal in his hands. He noticed a small lock keeping the book shut, (for some reason he hadn't noticed it before.) "What's this book, Kisame? What did you bring me?"
"Why, it's Hidan's diary diary, of course!" Kisame chuckled. Itachi's face became engulfed in the color red. Kisame laughed harder Itachi's new found, flushed, face. Itachi quickly grabbed the key from Kisame's hand and rapidly unlocked the book. He took a breath and slowly opened the cover. After a moment of reading, Itachi gasped, as he felt the warmth of his blush take over his face.